A letter from Jun 29, 2025

Dear FutureMe, It’s the second half of the year now, and I’m really hoping that things have started to shift for the better. I’m writing this to my future self with so much hope—that by the time you’re reading this, life looks brighter. I hope it feels more beautiful, more peaceful, more fun, and more full of passion. I hope you’re smiling more, worrying less, and waking up with purpose. I hope your academics have improved too—that you’re proud of the effort you’ve put in, and that it’s paying off in ways that matter. I hope you feel smarter, more focused, and closer to your goals, whatever shape they’re taking now. And yes—I’m really hoping your skin has cleared or is well on its way. I know how much you’ve struggled with that, and you deserve to feel confident and comfortable in your own skin. I’m praying that all those quiet wishes you whispered—every late-night hope and secret prayer—have been answered, maybe not exactly as asked, but in ways that are even better. One year from today, I want you to look back and say, “Wow, so much has changed.” I hope you’re living more fully, more freely, more joyfully